KINGTON CAMP POEM 

Dear old England's not the same, 
We dreaded the invasion still it came
It was not the dreaded hun, 
But the goddamn American army's come

We see them on the bus and trains
We let them have seats
And then we get run down
By American army jeeps

With admiration we would stare
At all the ribbons that they wear
But they'd hadn't fought the hun
No glorious battles had they won

They crossed the sea, brave men in boats
They laugh at us for drinking tea
But the funniest sight you'll ever see
Is a gum-chewing Yank where every they be

They moan at our luke-warm beer
Then after drinking three or four
You'll find them lying on the floor
You should see them try to dance
They pull and hug and start to prance
When you're half dead they stop and smile
They're enough to make red-indians' jealous
They are civilized - so they tell us.

I love your hair the way it curls
Your eyes would dim the brightest star
You are the competition for Heddy LeMarr
You are their life, their love, their all
For no other will they fall

The camp has gone, your love departed
You wait for mail that never comes
And they you realize you were awfully dumb
With a different face and a different girl
I love you honey please be mine
The same old Yank, the same old line